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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the dance 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.