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 Afghanistan 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young to the rap 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Qualms,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.