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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.