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 Laos and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.