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 Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.