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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the rock 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.