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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Star Department to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
The Standells,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.