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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.