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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.