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 Chile and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.