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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 Portland and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.