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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Symarip,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.