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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Velvet Underground to the rap 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.