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 Niger and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Wire,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.