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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Don Cherry to the dance 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.