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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.