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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.