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 Peru and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Index,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.