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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.