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 Turkey and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.