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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Japan,
The Motions,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.