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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.