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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
The Move,
Flipper,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.