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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Davy DMX to the rock 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.