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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.