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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.