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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.