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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
UT,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.