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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 The Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.