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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 organ 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 Scratch Acid 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.