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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 David Axelrod to the rock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.