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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Unwound,
Hashim,
PIL,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.