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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.