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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.