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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed 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?
Gong,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.