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 Ethiopia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.