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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.