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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fugs to the grunge 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.