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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.