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 Suriname and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Intrusion to the crunk 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-102. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.