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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Pagans,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.