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 Slovakia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.