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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Cowsills to the jazz 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.