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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.