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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Max Romeo to the punk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.