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 Guinea 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the punk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.