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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Icehouse to the crunk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
PIL,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.