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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams 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 Swans,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.