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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.