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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.