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 Cape Verde 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Japan,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.