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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 The Fuzztones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.