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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.