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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.