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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.