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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 sitar 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 Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
MDC,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.