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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
The Index,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.