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 Suriname and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.