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 Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Dave Clark Five to the rock 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Cymande,
MC5,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.