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 Botswana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Brick,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.