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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.