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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 808 and an oboe 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.