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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the punk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.