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 Russia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.