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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Hashim,
The Index,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.