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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minor Threat to the crunk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.