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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.