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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.