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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Wally Richardson 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.