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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.