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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.