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 Cambodia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.