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 India and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.