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 Bhutan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Tears for Fears to the funk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.