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 Lesotho 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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?
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.