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 Romania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Q and Not U to the rap 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.