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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.