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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.