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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.