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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
The Residents,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.