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 Laos and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 The Saints to the dance 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion 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?
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.