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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.