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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fugs to the jazz 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.