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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.