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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.