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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Technova,
ABC,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.