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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
The Motions,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.