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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.