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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.