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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Nas,
X-101,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.