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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.