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 Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.