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 France 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.