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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Happenings to the grime 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.