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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Mars,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.