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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.