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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the dance 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.