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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.