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 Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.