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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Quantec,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.