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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 the Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Crime,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.