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 Thailand 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.