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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.