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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 spring reverb 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 John Cale to the techno 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.