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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.