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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.