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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec to the rock 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.