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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.