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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.