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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
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.