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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.