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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.