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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.