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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.