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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.