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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.