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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Index,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.