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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.