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 Iran and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.