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 Madagascar 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Nas,
X-101,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.