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 Bolivia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.