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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the dance 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.