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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.