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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the disco 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.