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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.