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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Pole to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.