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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Lalann to the punk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.