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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Quantec,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.