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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.