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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.