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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Smog,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.