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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.