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 Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.