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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.