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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.