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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the techno 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Magma,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.