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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
cv313,
Liliput,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.