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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.