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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Rites of Spring to the punk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Shoche,
PIL,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.