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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.