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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.