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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.