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 Samoa and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.