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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.