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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.