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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Gong,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.