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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
JFA,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.