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 Djibouti 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.