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 Laos and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.