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 Slovakia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.