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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
MDC,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.