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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Qualms to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.