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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Pretty Things to the disco 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.