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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Tears for Fears to the funk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Can,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
MC5,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.