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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nation of Ulysses 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Visage,
CMW,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.