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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Quantec to the electroclash 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Nas,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.