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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Holt to the grunge 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.