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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.