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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Slave,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Neu!,
UT,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
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.