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 Venezuela and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Gong,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
The Move,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.