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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Cluster,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.