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 Malawi and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Moleskins to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.