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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 The Electric Prunes to the techno 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.