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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.