Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.