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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the grunge 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Brick,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.