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 Manchester.
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 Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.