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 Singapore and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Faust to the dance 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.