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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the grime 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.