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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.