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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.