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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 sitar 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 Severed Heads 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.