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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.