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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.