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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Skaos,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.