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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.