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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Slave,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.