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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
ABC,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.