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 Kosovo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.