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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Index to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.