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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
JFA,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.