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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Iggy Pop to the techno 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.