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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.