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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.