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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scientists 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.