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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.