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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.