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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.