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 Nicaragua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Television,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.