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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.