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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.