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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.