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 Haiti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.