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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Move to the dance 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.