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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the crunk 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.