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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
10cc,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Can,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.