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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.