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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.