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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the dance 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.