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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Faust,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.