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 Slovenia and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Camouflage to the electroclash 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.