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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.