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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Dave Gahan to the rap 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 Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.