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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.