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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.