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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Technova,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.