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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.