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 Canada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.