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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.