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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Index,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.