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 Germany and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.