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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.