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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 The Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.