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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Nas,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.