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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Wire,
CMW,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.