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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Darondo to the rock 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band 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?
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.