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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Television,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.