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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Amon Düül to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.