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 Sierra Leone 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.