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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
The Monks,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.