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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the disco 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.