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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.