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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Amazonics to the grime 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Nas,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.