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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.