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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.