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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Derrick May to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Visage,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.