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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 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 The Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.