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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Görl to the jazz 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.