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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.