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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
PIL,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.