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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 The Selecter 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.