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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.