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 Angola and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Remains to the grime 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.