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 Fiji and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Agitation Free to the funk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.