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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Crime,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.