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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Magma,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.