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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.