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 Algeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.