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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.