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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.