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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 Calgary and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.