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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.