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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.