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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Black Dice to the dance 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.