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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.