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 Romania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.