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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.