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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 güiro 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.