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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.