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 United States and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Moby Grape to the crunk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.