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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Subhumans to the techno 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Mars,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.