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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.