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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.