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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.