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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
The Motions,
The Index,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.