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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.