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 China and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.