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 Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Graham Central Station to the disco 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.