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 Laos and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.