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 Brazil 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.