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 Angola 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.