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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Little Man to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.