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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Organ,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.