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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 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 Qualms to the electroclash 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica 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?
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.