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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.