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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.