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 Yemen and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.