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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat 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?
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.