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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonic Youth to the disco 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.