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 Chad and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the grime 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
CMW,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.