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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.