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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.