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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.