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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the disco 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.