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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Japan,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.