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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.