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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.