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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.