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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 In Retrospect to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.