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 Somalia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Neu!,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.