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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Can,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Little Man,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.