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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Charles Mingus to the rap 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
UT,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.