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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.