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 Gambia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.