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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
DNA,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.