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 Belize and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
X-101,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.