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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.