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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.