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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.