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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
This Heat,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.