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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.