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 Monaco 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 T. Rex to the dance 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.