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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
The Move,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.