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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.