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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.