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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Television,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.