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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.