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 Albania 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.