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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.