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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Television,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.