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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Josef K,
The Busters,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.