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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.