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 Niger 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.