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 Korea South and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.