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 Qatar 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.