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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.