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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Soft Machine,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.