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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.