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 Tajikistan 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.