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 Denmark and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.