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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Lalann,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.