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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.