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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Organ,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.