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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the grunge 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.