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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the funk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.