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 Benin 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.