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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.