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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Dead C to the disco 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.