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 India and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.