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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.