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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.