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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Visage,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.