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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.