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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Monks,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.