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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.