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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Can,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.