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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the dance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
cv313,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.