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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.