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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.