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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.