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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Jeff Mills to the funk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.