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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Chrome to the rock 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.