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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Christs to the disco 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.