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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 Swans to the disco 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.