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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 The Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.