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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.