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 Paraguay 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.