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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 The Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.