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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 organ 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
the Association,
The Slits,
Scientists,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.