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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix to the electroclash 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.