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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 guitar 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
ABBA,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Smog,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.