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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.