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 Seychelles and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Mars,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.