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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.