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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
cv313,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.