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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.