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 Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.