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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.