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 Jordan 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Dual Sessions to the rock 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.