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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.