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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 808 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.