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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.