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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.