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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.