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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.