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 Kiribati and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 The Happenings to the electroclash 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.