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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Suicide,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.