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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.