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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas to the disco 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.