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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra 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?
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Whodini,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.