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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
The Associates,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.