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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Clear Light to the jazz 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.