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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.