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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.