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 India and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.