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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Nico,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.