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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.