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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.