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 Comoros and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.