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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.