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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.