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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Japan,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.