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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.