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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.