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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
Wire,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.