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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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?
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Scientists,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.