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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
10cc,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.