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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.