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 Burundi 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.