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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
World's Most,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.