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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pere Ubu to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.