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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Shoche,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.