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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.