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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.