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 Algeria and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.