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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.