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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.