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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.