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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.