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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.