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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.