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 Congo 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style 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?
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.