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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.