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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.