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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.