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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang Green to the jazz 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.