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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 marimba 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 Busters to the rock 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.