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 Pakistan 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Monolake,
the Association,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.