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 Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Music Machine to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
The Index,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Qualms,
MC5,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.