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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Whodini,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.