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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Slave,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.