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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.