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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.