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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.