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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.