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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 FM Einheit to the grunge 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Index,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.