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 Taiwan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.