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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Yaz to the techno 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Swans,
EPMD,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
MDC,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.