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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Niagra,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.