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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Wings,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.