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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead C to the rock 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.