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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.