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 Turkmenistan 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Sun Ra to the grunge 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.