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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Public Enemy 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Index,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.