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 Macedonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 oboe 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.