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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 oboe 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.