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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.