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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.