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 Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.