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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Busters to the jazz 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.