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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.