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 Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.