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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.