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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
MDC,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.