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 Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the techno 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.