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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Warren Ellis to the techno 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.