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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.