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 Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.