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 Turkmenistan 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doors 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.