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 Eritrea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 808 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Index,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
UT,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.