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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sixth Finger to the techno 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.