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 Swaziland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.