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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.