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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Kinks to the punk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.