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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 The Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.