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 Micronesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.