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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.