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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.