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 Congo and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.