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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 R.M.O. to the rock 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.