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 Seychelles and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Lyres to the dance 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.