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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.