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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.