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 Kenya 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.