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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.