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 Lithuania and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.