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 Uganda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Wings,
The Index,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.