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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.