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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Brass Construction to the techno 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.