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 Burundi and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
UT,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.