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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick May to the techno 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.