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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.