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 Djibouti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.