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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.