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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.