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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Nico to the grunge 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Crime,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.