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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Dice to the rock 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.