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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.