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 Nicaragua 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.