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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Television,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.