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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.