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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.