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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the techno 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.