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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Procol Harum to the grunge 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Roxette,
Swans,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
DNA,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.