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 Panama 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
The Standells,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.