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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.