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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.