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 Macedonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 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 The Durutti Column to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.