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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 chamberlin 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.