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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.