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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Audionom,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.