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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Hashim,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.