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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.