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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.