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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.