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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.