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 New Zealand 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Invisible to the disco 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.