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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the disco 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.