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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Move to the rock 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.