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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.