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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.