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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 China Crisis to the crunk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
the Association,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.