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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Scott Walker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
New Order,
Crime,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.