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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Motorama,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.