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 Lebanon 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 The Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.