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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.