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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Aural Exciters to the grime 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.