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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.