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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Ronan,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.