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 Tunisia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Qualms to the rock 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
June of 44,
Pole,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.