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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 AZ to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.