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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.