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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.