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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.