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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.