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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
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.