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 Guinea 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 New Order to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Slave,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.