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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.