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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.