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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.