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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare 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?
Intrusion,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.