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 Suriname and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.