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 Ivory Coast 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.