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 Laos and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.