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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Selecter to the techno 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
DNA,
MC5,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.