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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the funk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.