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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Reagan Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.