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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Das Ding to the crunk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.