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 Zambia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.