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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 The Kinks to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.