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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.