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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
New Order,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.